We are more than the worst thing that's ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.

There is a better version of this storywhere we both leave him.Instead of loving him so much it felt like church.Building a cathedral inside his crooked mouth.

He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

I don't know whyI've got so much hopepinned to someone who will never call me home.